Monday, December 29, 2014

2014
365 days
52 weeks
my mother's
illness. surgery
and treatment.
my father's
surgeries.
a little
artistic success
and recognition.
my mother's
illness progressing...
little pteribird
dying.
published works.
my father's illnesses
continue.
we adopt mikey.
or rather he
adopted us.
quietly we watch
mom slowly fade
into that place.
the life force that
she was,
gone.
my father continues,
as do his illnesses.
life does what
it does.
i struggle
with these words.
too much too hard
to say
2014 breaking me down
as time sends it away...

Friday, December 26, 2014

there was a time when the world was inhabited by men and dragons. together they forged an alliance, based upon mutual trust and respect. the dragons ruled the skies, soaring, playing, searching for caves. they would go on man's land to feed, but only took what man himnself did not need.man, ruled the earth. he planted, he hunted for food, clothing, shelter. he never lay bare a species of plant or animal, always leaving enough for his winged brethren. he looked to the skies with wonder; dragons flying, birds gliding effortlessly. he did not aim any weaponry at that domain. the sky was not his.

men had settlements scattered everywhere. dragons picked caves close enough to keep a watchful eye, but far enough away for privacy. this alliance was a sound one, but maintained by a sense of sleeping with one eye open. this co-existence proved beneficial to both parties.

the dragons would breathe enough fire to clear land for man to build. the humans would not hunt any wildlife, so the dragons had an ample supply of food. water was bountiful and both species peacefully shared. the earth was green, lush and plentiful, trees growing where trees were meant to grow, hot desert sands in their place, warm languid rainforests flourished.

the dragons surveyed all on this planet. it is said that men would not go anywhere that the dragons had not gone to first. it is also said that the dragons would only take man to places he could live safely, and in harmony, with.

for centuries, the planet and all its inhabitants thrived under this well forged partnership. the garden was never depleted, by man, dragon or mother earth. the earth mother was pleased with her children, and regalled them gentle weather. storms teased but were never torrential.

Thursday, December 25, 2014

Sunday, December 21, 2014

holidays times are for joy and reflection,
hoping our errant, spinning world regains
its sense of direction.
that kindness becomes a contagion
spreading throughout the years.
and that our hopes and wishes
do not fall on non-listening
ears.

so while we celebrate all
the beauty
that we see,
we also honor those who
with us,
cannot be.
and pray for those who will
someday take our place.
and hope they inherit a
healthier, happier
space.

Friday, December 19, 2014

Thursday, December 18, 2014

imagery, emotions,the written word, some unspoken...seen but not implied.nor verified.moments encapsulatedin a heartlife withoutrules or boundaries...never really knowingmore than fear andunknowing,if and when thelight breaks through.

Friday, December 12, 2014

if life were a set of numbers
could we subtract
that which is to our
mindeye,
an unpleasant fact.
could we add kindness
where there was
a need.
could we divide our
capacity to love
and send it to
those in need.
perhaps with algebraics
or geometry.
life could attain a more
gentle symmetry.
then a world of
compassion would
multiply.......

Tuesday, December 9, 2014

in the time it took
to write this rhyme,
someone took an
uphill climb.
another struggled
to take a hold.
some cower in fear,
some are covered with bold.
another prayed,
while others
were set adrift
in their tears.
such are the prose
and cons
of life
around here.

Monday, December 8, 2014

you needed a home of your own to live.although your life was filled with trauma,you had a world of love to give.we needed you, to help us healand grow.you think we saved you,you saved us more than you canknow.but perhaps there is an inaccuracy in thatlast part..not only are you adorable. you are so verysmart.

for our little magic mikey macnoblebird king of macaws, just beclaws, and the compleat picklepuss

you help us every day to heal from the losses we have been through year and we thank you....

Thursday, December 4, 2014

here i sit.
at least this perch
is left to me.
we have lived here
as long as our eyes
could see.
the humans put
grills above some
of the cubbyholes
where we nest.
we struggle to make
do with the rest.
when will humans
learn to share.
when will humans
learn to care.

About Me

i am older than dirt and proud of it!!!! i have managed to incorporate my eternal woodstock nation spirit with the high tech 21st century world. i am an artist/writer, who dabbles in rhyme, and, sometimes, reason.
my passions are my husband, who is truly the wind that ruffles my sails, animals rights, yoga...waking up in the morning. i find
inspiration in too many things to list, and far too
many more to remember.
sketching, watercolor painting,poetry and photography are my ways of expressing joy and gratitude. from
living with a chronic illness, i have learned the
beauty of each day, and treat each as another
sun salutation, and another chance.